Lyre of the sonnet, that full many a time Amused my lassitude, and soothed my pains, When graver cares forbade the @3lengthened@1 strains, To thy brief bound, and oft-returning chime A long farewell! -- the splendid forms of rhyme When Grief in lonely orphanism reigns, Oppress the drooping Soul. -- Death's dark domains Throw mournful shadows o'er the Aonian clime; For in their silent borne my filial bands Lie all dissolved; -- and swiftly wasting pour From my frail glass of life, health's sparkling sands. Sleep then, my Lyre, thy tuneful tasks are o'er, Sleep! for my heart bereaved, and listless hands Wake with rapt touch thy glowing strings no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUDDEN LIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD THE CONSOLATION by LEVI BISHOP IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: GOD IS MY WITNESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTEEMING THE BIBLE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SUMMING UP ITALY; INSCRIBED TO INTELLIGENT PUBLICS OUT OF IT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |